When I was on the World Race my teammates had a phrase they used with me. It was called “melting.” I would melt when I was tired or when I’d just flat out had it. You see, I would start out sitting upright in my chair and slowly throughout a team meeting or talk, I would start melting in my chair. By the end of it, I would nearly (if not be) on the floor. My team would then know it was time to start wrapping things up at that point. I didn’t mean to be a little drama mama, but sometimes it’s all I could take. I would try and focus and I didn’t mean to melt like I did–it just happened.
So speaking of melting…the other day I had a different kind of meltdown. It was a nice, cool MI summer day. Fall was on the horizon and I decided to go deposit a check at the bank. (Bet you didn’t think that’s is where I was going with this.) I arrived at the bank and successfully deposited my check. At the end of the transaction, the teller told me that I had x-amount of “reward points” (oh la la) and that I was eligible for opening a “special” savings account–oh and that it should only take 5 minutes. Now, I’m not sure why I said, “yes,” but I did and I soon found myself sitting down in some guy’s office. He was explaining to me how it worked and it was taking a little longer than expected. I started getting a little fidgety and realized I actually didn’t want to do this after all. I sat as patiently as I could, waiting to just be done. Then he got to the part (aka the “catch”) where to continue to earn points, I would have to use my credit card. HOLD EVERYTHING! Why didn’t he start with that? (You see, I have been very good about not putting anything on my card and don’t want to start any time soon.) So I stopped him and told him I appreciated his time and that I didn’t need to continue with this because I wouldn’t be using it. He looked a little baffled and I can’t blame him. I stood up and shook his hand and left.
[Commence beginning stages of meltdown] As I walked out of the bank I don’t really know what came over me. I was angry that I just spent 45 minutes in there, when I only initially went to deposit a check that would have taken mere minutes. I was embarrassed that I took up his time too. And honestly it must have just been the straw that broke this camel’s back because I got to my car and started crying. The spouts of crying continued on and off for the next three days. The three days that lead up to me moving to Georgia. Now don’t hear me wrong, I’m happy to be here. It was just that I loved my time at home and it pained me to leave friends and family, so that part wasn’t easy. God doesn’t always call us to “easy,” though, does He?
